East of Sandport, on the route to Bowes and Shattercoast, is a stretch of forest. People call it Shifting Woods, mainly because different rules apply here. The weather is always different within the green canopies, and no animal has ever been sighted in it. A freezing thunderstorm was raging, and the party sought cover in the forest. When they set foot inside, sun pierced the canopy, and a warm wind carried the scent of mild wildflowers. After a while, they reached an open vale. A small shrine stood there, older than everything. Someone touched it, and a violent thunderstorm returned in an instant, and something big growled behind them.